Twangin’ Dude

My name is Ebenezer.
I heard that sound when I was in the womb.
It was my father’s father’s father calling from the mountain, howlin’ at the moon.

I was electric before electricity.
The twang of the bow in the land before the city.
And I learned to dance before I could walk.
And I could twang before I could talk.

I play the sound of the ground I walk on.
I wasn’t born to play it smooth.
I’ll play the thunder and the mountain dew.
I’ll play the sound of the ground I walk on.
Rough and rocky.
I’m a twangin’ dude.

I’ll twang on the banjo.
I’ll twang on the harp.
I’ll twang on zither strings.
And I’ll twang on your heart.
I’m a twangin’ dude.
I’m THE Twangin’ Dude.

I’m the Twangin’ Dude.

This ain’t no violin.
I wasn’t born to play it smooth.
I play the sound of the ground I walk on.
Rough and rocky.
I’m a twangin’ dude.